This time of year, the orange blossoms are in bloom. The scent, for some strange reason, is especially strong at night- and I love the smell. Reminds me of my parents' house, and my high school years, and when I first fell in love with my husband.
In unrelated news, Annie was diagnosed with scarlet fever. A couple of days of bed rest, some antibiotics, and she'll be good as new. After she goes back to school, I will need a couple of days of bed rest and some stiff drinks, and then all will be well.
We had a couple of people over last night to watch the Oscars. (and hopefully not go home with scarlet fever as a parting gift- woops!). We invited an old friend from high school that works in the industry, and was part of a team that won an Oscar way back when for sound editing on Braveheart. This was fun because he knew EVERYTHING that was going on last night. Every joke, every inside tidbit that completely went over my head. We plied him with carne asada, mojitos and sundaes and he educated us on what a DP does, who is well known in documentaries and why Blade Runner is the best film ever.
So if you don't live anywhere near an orange grove, imagine the scents of orange blossoms in bloom. There's really nothing like it. And if you can't- then come and visit!